Luyện nghe bài hát Some L.A. Niggas

Yeah nigga, MC Ren up in motherfucker
(West y'all)
Yeah, L.A.
L.A. niggas rule the nigga
niggas gotta recognize, yaknahmsayin?
Niggas don't peep game, yaknahmsayin?
But this shit come all the way around here
My nigga Dre, heat box on y'all bitch-ass
Yaknahmsayin? You recognize
L.A. niggas, all over the motherfucking world, nigga
Recognize this; game

Now in my days I used to sport a rag
Backpack full of cans a four-four mag
G'd up from the up
Blue'd up from the shoe how I grew up
Loc'n, smokin' and til we threw up (threw up)
At Park, taggin', hittin' fools up
my class, just to fuck yo' school up
You don't wanna blast, tuck yo' tool up
But don't sleep, y'all niggas to shoot you
Now there's motherfucker with no future
But Time Bomb much smoother when I maneuver, dope Cuba
Got em jumpin Disciples to the

I'm coming "Straight Outta Compton" with a loose
big green, call it Bruce Banner
Watch your manners, at last another blast the top notch
From way back the pop rocks, I pop lock witcha
Picture this, Dr. Dre wit Tha Liks
And Hittman a fix
Don't trip, a Time Bomb in this bitch
Here it tick tick tick {*BOOM*}
Wait a minute it's on, I tell it like a mackadelic
Weed and sold separate, check it
From sundown to sunup -- and run up
The Aftermath'll be two in gut, nigga what?

We roll deep, smoke on weed and pack heat
Requirements for each day in L.A.!
It don't stop, we still mash in hot pursuit the cops
Analyze why we act way in L.A.!

Gimme that mic fool, it's a West jack move
They call me Hitt cause I like gats do
Cock me
Bust for my max crew, at Fairfax
Who used to wear Air Max shoes, true
But I grew up where niggas you, harass you
Blast you, for set you claim (where you from?)
Mash on you for Turkish chain, C.K. B.K
Blue'd up or flame, I ran wit a
I helped niggas get, jacked for they Dane's
My pants below my waistline
I humble wanna rumble? (yeah yeah)
I bang though, like Vince Carter the baseline
Don't waste my
Fuck a scrap in Cali, AK's and 9's
One-time's, sun-shines, and bitches
Hawaiian Thai, drive-bys, six-fo's on

I was in the hood called WHAT-THE-DIF'
Where the brothers in the hood, to go Hollywood
for the fuck of it
Anybody hatin' on us can a dick
If I catch you touching mine you a flat-line, dead on the floor
Better than yours, driving away gettin' from a whore
It's
Fuckin' with me get you banned from TV
Cassette and CD it's all mine the nine the right time
Multiply, we die, the streets don't lie
What, so neither do I, I'm bad for health
Like puttin' a pistol up to your face and blastin'

Five in the mornin', at my do'
forty-five in my dresser drawer
Let 'em come in he see the thunder roll
Roll with niggas, who buy by the fo'
And brew's by the
SLAP YOU in the face with the bass, Dr. Dre
Kings wit Sedans and gold rings
Haters the style, but can't find no openings

We roll deep, smoke on weed drink and heat
for survival each day in L.A.!
It stop, we still mash in hot pursuit from the cops
Analyze why we act way in L.A.!

In L.A

That's how we